A  long time ago, I put footprints in a place no one had ever been,
old dusty boots, sweat stained hat ,smell of that place.
My footprints remain if just in my mind,
the quiet moment comes, wraps it's arms around me
My footprints call to me across the distance of time,
this place no one has ever been,I am what I was,
not what I have become, I smell, taste feel my surrounds
happy to be there ,young ,arrogant without shame
....maybe this time, I will stay